Neogy Titwhistle
"I could perhaps like others have astonished you with strange improbable tales; but I rather chose to relate plain matter of fact in the simplest manner and style; because my principle design was to inform you, and not to amuse you."
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Purgatory. in A small but passable life.
Two more overcast days with highs in the low eighties. I ran errands instead of lying by the pool. I did another round of grocery shopping. I took Mom to a doctor appointment. I took Mom to the l...
Clueless. in A small but passable life.
Today was a record breaker. It was the earliest day in the year ever for the temperature to hit ninety degrees. I still managed a few hours lying by the pool. I’ve always loved the feel of my hid...
Forgot a book! in A small but passable life.
So, I write two entries and forget to mention that I’ve finished reading “Lights Out” by Ted Koppel. It was an eye opening book. I’ve thought about the premise often but Koppel really researched ...
95% in A small but passable life.
I thought I’d be able to complete this lifetime as a landless peasant. No such luck. My brother and I now own the RV lot and everything on it. Anyway, it took us nearly a week to go through ever...
A shredding day. in A small but passable life.
A cold (er) front moved in Sunday night. 50mph winds ripping across the desert valley. That brought in a week of Winter (ish) weather. High’s in the fifties, lows in the thirties. One whole week....
One more step. in A small but passable life.
Mom’s doctor appointment Thursday afternoon was a bust. He was the referral from the GP so the next step in the process, I guess. He was a ‘rods, screws, and pins’ surgeon. Mom has two cracked ve...
Sorting out. in A small but passable life.
I’ve got the kitchen sorted out and stocked up for at least a week or two. I renewed my Arizona ID card and library card. When I was at the library today I perused the used books for sale shelve...
1180 miles West, again. in A small but passable life.
4pm. 74 degrees here. 28 degrees back home. Daughter hasn’t called yet. Probably because she knows I’ll laugh at her. Anyway, the flight was good. Only a half hour late landing. The plane had to ...
Perfect timing. in A small but passable life.
6:36am. 26 degrees with a wind chill of 17 degrees here. 50 degrees there. Everything is on track, so far. Yesterday morning I walked to the library. There was a thin glaze of ice on the sidewalk...
Getting 'er done! in A small but passable life.
Okay, okay, okay. Yesterday was a productive day. I got everything picked up, packed up, and piled up. I got my carry-on packed. I may need to re-pack it to make sure there is nothing extra in th...
So what. in A small but passable life.
10am. 13 degrees here, 52 degrees there. Three more days here. I haven’t gotten anything done except sit here and think about all I need to do. I called Mom last evening to tell her when my fligh...
No motivation. in A small but passable life.
Well, I guess it’s something to look forward to. It is 21 degrees here with a wind chill of 7 degrees and snowing a bit at 10:39am. It is 52 degrees with a high of 68 degrees predicted in the des...
Dammit. in A small but passable life.
Daughter returned from her Mum’s yesterday saying her Grandma had called. I was to call her back. I tried her cell phone. Got shunted to voicemail. Called her house phone. She said she’d just g...
Just like every day. in A small but passable life.
I’m losing track of time or losing my mind or maybe a little bit of both. I know things are written down as they occur, here and elsewhere, but I’ve never gone back to look. So it was last night ...
I got nothing. in A small but passable life.
After my coffee this morning and finishing the last book- “The Great Divide” by Joseph Stiglitz I thought it would be a good idea to take advantage of the weather. I got dressed for the first ti...
A sad day. in A small but passable life.
Saturday morning I woke up to the smell of coffee. It was 9am. I went downstairs and found Daughter sitting at the dining table going through her receipts. I castigated her for sitting in the glo...
Somewhat busy. in A small but passable life.
Friday the washer and dryer were installed on the back porch. The set is a matching Frigidaire set. No fancy electronics, just the old fashioned buttons and knobs. Daughter helped me carry them i...
A new year? in A small but passable life.
Well, well, well. The human species survived another of its self proclaimed ‘years’. Me? Since I’m on Level 57 I don’t really give a shit. Just another day. Just another year. Daughter and her b...
Pratfall. in A small but passable life.
It finally stopped raining. In about forty-eight hours we received about eight inches of rain. But luckily the wet part of the cold air system that dumped frozen precipitation on Texas and Oklaho...
Picking scabs, again. in A small but passable life.
I woke up to rain and thunder yesterday morning. It is still raining and thundering today. Over an inch of rain has already fallen. Christmas was good here. There was a good dinner and good comp...
I dunno. in A small but passable life.
We’ll add five more afternoons for the walks for Liam Dog and I since my last entry. There has been beautiful weather. Warm and dry. This morning I woke up to overcast skies. But it is warm. I f...
Out & about! in A small but passable life.
I actually got out of this chair. For the last four afternoons in a row Liam Dog and I went out for a long walk. There were sunny skies and it was in the fifties. Nice. We walked this way and the...
Stuck. in A small but passable life.
Thanksgiving was good. It was the daughter’s first time to cook the bird. It turned out great. She also cooked a ham in the crockpot. And everything else was homemade by her and her mother. I mad...
Squirrel door. in A small but passable life.
Odd coincidence on the interwebs today. Two different over the road trucking vlogs I follow on the youtube posted today from Amarillo. Well, one was heading East from, but the other drove right t...
Enculturation in A small but passable life.
”you don’t pour my cereal” Definition: You don’t know me, you don’t know what I do, you haven’t lived my life, you don’t know my struggles nor trials and tribulations http://www.urbandictionary.c...
